I went out into this storm and kissed every raindrop. Puckering, I touched their smooth cheeks, of course raindrops only have one long cheek each, they're really all cheek....

Does rain dream of becoming snow? Each snowflake is different, each raindrop the same. Each rainstorm is a shade of grey, each snowfall a dazzling chaos of white. Are raindrops pupae, snowflakes in chrysalis form, waiting to be frozen into individuality?

I asked the raindrops themselves, but they just whispered what they always whisper, "Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh...."

Apparently a raindrops' desire is a secret, and may always be, above freezing.

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